Luyện nghe bài hát Betty Rocker

You got to get ya cut get ya coke, baking
Mix it up, it then put it in a pot

Cook it up let it sit it rock chop
It up bag it then put it on the

I'm a roach in a trap
I feel like new born babies in car
I'm 'posed to stay
'Cause out'n the country collard greens and grits
fiends like Spike Lee they scream fa Nicks
'Cause they keep calling me. Show me the
Scale of 1 to 10 might be 12 like
What's all the about shut ya mouf cut it out
Ya I hustle out make mo green than brussel sprouts
Ya mad cause ?Al came by?
in a new ride and took y'all paper
a bar b que I'm a bark at you
And red ya like a football playa
You don' dope like me
I's ride the bus with coke way Tyrese
Cops, they sick of me Feds, get rid of me
I'm servin' heavy! Diddly Diddly Diddly Dee

Cook it up let it sit it rock chop
It up bag it then put on the

it up let it sit till it rock chop
It up bag it then put on the